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Chapter eight hundred and ninety seventh even for a second

I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth in a very embarrassing manner, and pointed the fairy bone sword straight at him and said with a smile: "The Yin and Yang Palace have long been in power. You either die or I die. Why do you do so much? Take your hands and take out your trump card. Otherwise, you may not have the chance to use your trump card again."

"It's so arrogant. I'm Peng Wanju likes you a crazy young man the most. Since that's the case, I'll give you a happy way of dying, which is to make a good relationship!"

"So this person is Peng Wanju."

Nushan said quietly in my ear: "Be careful, Peng Wanju has the nickname of Mad Sword Crazy in Yin and Yang Hall. Although the fire of the Holy Ruins has not yet been ignited, it is recognized that once this person enters the holy realm, he will have a great chance to become a sword saint, or even the legendary titled sword saint. His sword path and sword are in a different way, and it is never simple."

I nodded, I had already experienced it just now, and the heaviest injury on my body was also thanks to him. Although Peng Wanju's sword skills level is only clear in the sword heart, he can easily break my nine-level sword aura. This is enough to prove everything. This person's sword is a deviant, giving up defense, and condensing all his strength in the offensive. He must be careful.

...

Suddenly, Peng Wan raised his sword, and the sword light was like the moon, coming into the air. His sword aura was floating with a very strong aura of evil spirits. His sword intent was surging, and he divided into three in the air, with the momentum of strangling everything.

"The Demon Sect has become three stars!"

Three sword energy came as if flowing light, like stars falling to the ground.

I took a deep breath, and the sword heart of all things swayed. This was the first time I faced a situation where the sword Taoism level was lower than myself, but the sword heart was crushed. Peng Wanju had probably practiced sword Taoism for hundreds of years. This accumulation and foundation was really terrible. Being able to evolve the artistic conception of the sword heart to this point is definitely a deviant sword!

The realm of all things is opened, and the sword-dao divine eyes see through the power of the three stars of the Demon Sect, but at this moment I feel powerless in my heart. Even if I see through the source, I have no way to resolve it. I can only fight head-on. The Immortal Bone Sword stirs up the momentum of the Nine Swords, and the sword light swept away, colliding three times in a row on the three flowing light sword intents.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-

The sword blade seemed to hit the steel, making the arms numb. A light flashed in the air. Peng Wanju's body merged into the sword light. The long sword pierced straight down, wrapping up the biting cold wind.

"Demon Sect Tiansha Star!"

The sword light was a little cold, but it contained endless murderous intent and surging holy aura. Facing this sword, I could only see through it, but I couldn't resolve it. I pulled away and quickly retreated. The sword bell of all things was squirmed out with a swing of the sword.

"laugh!"

The cold light of the sword blade pierced straight into the sword bell of all things. Peng Wanju was a monster, his strength was at least three times that of mine. With the sword technique that was biased, the destructive power of the sword technique was not ordinary terrifying. The sword blade pierced through the sword bell of all things like a cold light in his life, and pierced straight into my neck, making me full of murderous aura.

I shouted softly, and my left hand turned golden. The dragon-catching hand with the real dragon technique suddenly grabbed his sword blade, and my right leg rose into the air, and kicked his abdomen heavily!

"Peng!"

Peng Wanju was shocked, but my palm was strangled into a bloody and bloody mess, and the injuries were even worse.

"hey-hey……"

Peng Wan raised his wrist and flipped it away, shaking the blood stained with the sword blade, and said, "Little thing, you believe that you are unparalleled in swordsmanship. Now, after tasting my demon sect swordsmanship, what do you think? Do you think your master Zhuge Ming's swordsmanship is really the number one person under the sword saint in the upper realm? I really don't know the world is high. I tell you, I am!"

I frowned: "What are you? If you weren't a hundred years old, could you catch my sword?"

Peng Wanju sneered: "Even if that's the case, in fact, I have lived for more than a hundred years and practiced swordsmanship for more than a hundred years, dragging my contemporaries to death. And you will be strangled before you grow up. When you step on that boundary-breaking warship in Fulan City, everything is destined."

I took a deep breath, regulated my breath and suddenly attacked. This time I launched the attack first. Under the light of the sword technique, my body speed increased sharply. I instantly came to Peng Wanju's eyes. The Immortal Bone Sword swept across the slantingly, stimulating the power of the shadow of the sword soul and the colorful holy soul. The sword pillar with the unity of the sword heart soared into the sky, showing its advantages in the sword path.

Peng Wanju shouted violently, and used the sword of the Demon Sect, and the long sword rushed like thunder.

"Swish swish swish swish--"

Three sword intents swam rapidly and jumped continuously in space, causing Peng Wanju's offensive to catch nothing. In a blink of an eye, it attacked the back of his head, and I also arrived with the frontal blow, forming a front-end attack.

"open!"

Peng Wanju shouted violently, and it seemed like a storm had happened in his body. A sword pillar broke through the body and rushed to the sky. He actually broke through the sword heart and stepped into the realm of sword heart unity. If I was not wrong, Peng Wanju would have been able to break through the realm of sword heart unity. The reason why he still stayed in the sword heart is probably because he wanted to understand all the rules of the sword heart and understand. He was a person who was determined and had a great ambition. He probably had planned to break through the realm of sword heart unity while igniting the fire of the holy ruins and directly became a sword saint to challenge the status of the Yin-Yang Palace Hall?

Unfortunately, the wishful thinking was failed.

"It's too late!"

The Immortal Bone Sword swung, and refined hundreds of sword intents, jumped wildly, attacking Peng Wanju like rain. After just entering the sword heart unity realm, Peng Wanju seemed a little embarrassed. He swung his sword to urge him to use a move to immortality in the Demon Sect, but he could only condense a layer of guardian sword energy, and still could not resist the rampantness of the space rules of swords.

"Puff puff puff..."

His chest was constantly pierced by sword energy, and blood continued to flow.

This is the outcome of the sword taking a detour. Once Peng Wanju takes the lead, ordinary sword cultivators are indeed dead end. But as long as they turn the situation and turn defense into offense, Peng Wanju's sword path in the Demon Sect will appear vulnerable. They only focus on defense but ignore defense. This is destined to be a path of no return, and Peng Wanju also paid the price for it.

A moment of victory or defeat.

"Do you think it is useful to break through the unity of sword hearts now?" I shouted softly and continued to attack.

"You...you let me go once!"

Peng Wanju's pupils contracted violently, as if he had realized something, and begged: "As long as you don't kill me, I can give me three Thousand Spirits extraordinary weapons..."

"It's too late, you have to die!"

"Chew!"

The immortal bone sword slashed down. Peng Wanju, who had already gained the upper hand, did not move. Even if he had just stepped into the realm of sword heart unity, it was useless. His body was directly split into two halves, and blood was dripping, which made a group of Yin and Yang Palace disciples look dull, and they all retreated and fled like ghosts.

...

At this moment, a roar of roar hundreds of feet away, and a wisp of holy energy burst out with a surge in the sky. A palm seal wrapped in the magnificent power of the heavenly way swept across the earth. Then, a graceful body shaped blood in the sky and fell into the distance.

Lin Muzhao, defeated!

"Senior Sister!"

My heart tightened, and I stepped on the void and broke through the boundary. I caught up with Lin Muzhao in a blink of an eye. Her injuries were very serious, with a white dress covered in blood. The most serious injury was at the bottom of my shoulders near my chest, and the whole thing collapsed. If it weren't for her deep cultivation, she would have been completely destroyed by Jia Sheng's palm.

"Little thing, let me die!"

Clouds lingered in the air, and a huge palm print covering a range of hundreds of feet fell into the air, as if thousands of mountains were suppressed. Jia Sheng was completely in a state of killing.

Lin Muzhao looked at me reluctantly with beautiful eyes and said, "Junior brother, senior sister is incompetent, so you are dead here together."

"I am incompetent and cannot protect my senior sister."

The palm prints were surging and falling. I looked up at the sky, suddenly raised my right fist, and my body was filled with a real dragon aura, and roared: "Jia Yi, you, a dog who is inferior to a beast, I will never sit and wait for death!"

The fist power exploded and turned into the power of the sea to soar into the sky.

At the same time, wisps of holy and brilliance fell, accompanied by a very mysterious rule of the holy path. It was a kind of luck. The punch that carries the luck of the Dragon Realm and the One Realm was hidden in this punch. Suddenly, there were birds flying, the figures of ancient ancestors hunting and farming, and the surging rivers, the majestic posture of ancient mountains, and the luck of the One Realm completely exploded at this moment!

"boom--"

The surrounding mountains and rivers were shattered, and the fierce shock waves swept across the earth, destroying ancient trees and the mountains and petrified into powder. Some disciples of the Yin-Yang Palace who could not avoid were also crushed by the terrifying rule force. The entire Qingshu Broken Realm was trembling wildly because of this blow, as if the entire Broken Realm was about to collapse.

"Pushpeng~~~"

There were bursting sounds coming from the right arm, and the acupoints everywhere could not withstand the majestic holy energy and exploded. The flesh and blood flew everywhere. Even if I used the luck of the dragon world to support me, I still could not compete with a saint who ignited the fire of the holy ruins. This is the gap in the origin of power, and it is definitely not a gap that can be made up by talent and understanding.

Lin Muzhao looked at my scarred arm, tears burst out from his beautiful eyes, and said with a sob: "Junior brother, forget it... forget it, senior sister doesn't want to see you in such pain again."

I smiled slightly, but it was involved in the wound, and the pain was extremely embarrassing, and said, "I don't feel pain even if I can protect my senior sister for a second."

Lin Muzhao's beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and he gently punched my chest: "It's this time, I'll tease my senior sister..."

I:"……"

...

In the air, Jia Sheng's figure descended, covered with holy light, as if it was a sun, with cold eyes looking at us, and said, "Shangguan Ziyi's two most proud disciples, you can die now!"

He raised his palms, and the entire Qingshu Broken Realm trembled. Countless spiritual energy was pulled away from the earth and turned into starlights swaying between his palms, wrapping up the momentum of heaven and earth. This was a saint's full-strength attack. It was a saint who could imagine how terrifying it was.

But at this moment, a familiar voice came from the distant sky-
Chapter completed!
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